Memory Lay Poems

I’m not as agile as before
but my heart continues to roar!
Joyous in my humble abode,
each life breath is to God an ode.

Knitting helps me focus...

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Trigger warning, in remembrance to one ending their own life and losing their battle. 

When it softly rains 
I can't help but think, what gentle...

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Music in her heart
Beating so strong
Lyrics in her heart
Jubilation in a song

Her sweet memory on the rocks
People seen on her locks
Voice of Eighties recalled
Fame of...

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Each night, while you lay breathing quietly,
I wander like a wraith through empty rooms
A phantom in both life and memory,
the ghost a long abandoned oath...

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Immersed in a space-time bubble,
memory lost, soul’s in trouble,
for now it is entrapped therein,
knowing not how it may begin
to claw its way back into light,
without...

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In the ethereal domain
where love drenched soul stands free from stain,
we discern that we need to learn
to exhume feral instincts stern,
for which we choose descent...

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"So full of comfort- broken in with love;
 well used and shaped- where all fit like a glove." 
      ...

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Time, chameleon illusion–
glosses over each hurtful slur
corralling each warm memory
to morph the past to one grey blur.

Emotional paralysis
senses dulled from desolation.
Suddenly comes along the buoy
in...

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Through many of the busy hours,
And idle days in peach flowers,
Murmurs of tunes with such powers,
When music sounds vividness blurs.

Often one that keeps repeating,
Touching where...

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Trees and birds all whisper my name.
Everything seems to look the same.
So long gone, but my heart you claim, 
In the eve's crimson sunset flame.

Time...

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I sit and sip my cold iced tea;
And watch the ships go out to sea.
On the patio blooms crowd me,
While I'm lost in sweet memory.

In...

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In the hall of clocks and mirrors,
Winds of time bring fragrant whispers,
Of midnights of magic moonlight,
And reflections of past delights!

Of golden days when lost in...

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I want to lay down with Mary again. 
The way we used to do way back when,
Back when Mary was my closest friend. 
I want...

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We planted love inside our hearts
a rooted tree, when but a seedling
Carved our initials deep in the trunk
with rings worn on our left fingers
In early...

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When I Shall Someday Lay Under Frost On The Ground

In with dead and dying leaves I pass my time
Drink my strong coffee, write my truth,...

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